I had my first snow run of the year this morning. It was miserable to anticipate and only started to get to be, well, if not fun, then instructive, once I got started.
First, I learned right away that in slushy snow VFF's are in no wise waterproof and that it doesn't really matter if the run's not too long. Today's 5 miles at 38F was just fine. I think 10 would have left me hurting.
I learned that in such conditions it's better to choose a relatively flat course. With 3" of sloppy snow on the ground, there's not going to be any quick changes of direction. In fact, even a small rock or root becomes an instant opportunity to lose balance and traction. Wait! That's wrong. There is no traction. Which leads into the next learning:
When there's no traction there's only form. After running an easy paced 5 miles I felt more excercised in my core and my legs, especially my quads (I think they are - I need to review my leg anatomy) than I have since my last long trail race. Today's course was as flat as a run can get, but my only motive force was the "lean forward and keep the legs working" sort of thing. It was great!
Toward the end I crossed a piece of clear pavement and was shocked at how strange it felt to have traction for a few paces. Weird!
I invite your thoughts.
First, I learned right away that in slushy snow VFF's are in no wise waterproof and that it doesn't really matter if the run's not too long. Today's 5 miles at 38F was just fine. I think 10 would have left me hurting.
I learned that in such conditions it's better to choose a relatively flat course. With 3" of sloppy snow on the ground, there's not going to be any quick changes of direction. In fact, even a small rock or root becomes an instant opportunity to lose balance and traction. Wait! That's wrong. There is no traction. Which leads into the next learning:
When there's no traction there's only form. After running an easy paced 5 miles I felt more excercised in my core and my legs, especially my quads (I think they are - I need to review my leg anatomy) than I have since my last long trail race. Today's course was as flat as a run can get, but my only motive force was the "lean forward and keep the legs working" sort of thing. It was great!
Toward the end I crossed a piece of clear pavement and was shocked at how strange it felt to have traction for a few paces. Weird!
I invite your thoughts.